The roar of engines shattered the silence of the night long before the headlights appeared. The asphalt trembled as black SUVs tore through the deserted industrial block, their beams slicing through the dark like the eyes of hungry beasts. The low, predatory growl of their engines echoed across the warehouse district with a message clear enough to make even the bravest man flinch.
A storm was coming.
And his name was Damian.
Inside Adrian’s compound, the air was thick, almost suffocating, with the scent of metal, oil, and death. Every shadow seemed alive. Every creak in the walls carried malice. Men rushed back and forth in tense formation, their boots pounding the ground in rhythm with the incoming doom.
Elena sat bound to a chair in the dim-lit room, her wrists raw from rope that fel
